All Chapters of Amaryllis-The Rogue Werewolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I felt trapped in my own skin, unable to shake off the feeling of disgust that crept up my spine every time I caught his gaze. It was as if he was undressing me with his eyes, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to speak up, to tell him that his behaviour was unacceptable, but I knew my words would fall on deaf ears. He didn't even acknowledge me, let alone take me seriously. I was powerless in this situation, and it was sickening. How could he think it was okay to treat me like this? To make me feel like an object, rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings? I wanted to scream, to lash out at him and make him understand how much he was hurting me. But I knew it was pointless. He was too self-absorbed to care about anyone else but himself. So I sat there, enduring his gaze and trying to keep my composure. It was a battle, one that I was losing. My mind was racing with thoughts of how I could escape this situation, but I knew that I was stuck. Trapped in a r

The night was dark, and the moon was nowhere in sight. I was sound asleep, my dreams taking me to far-off places, when I felt something strange. A hand was crawling up my waist from behind me, and it didn't stop until it had a complete hold on me. I felt a gentle pull, and my body was pushed towards the hand. My back hit a solid chest, and I knew that it was him. Darius. The one person who could make my heart skip a beat with just a touch. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was because I knew it was him. The way my heart was beating on his touch was a dead giveaway. He had a hold on me, and I was his. I could feel his breath on my neck, and it sent shivers down my spine. As he held me close, I could feel his heartbeat against my back. It was a steady rhythm, and it made me feel nervous.I grabbed his hand, trying to remove it from my waist, but it only got tighter. He put his face in the core of my neck and took a deep breath, inhaling my scent. He whispered, "Don't move. Ju

“We are planning to have a small ceremony to announce you as my Luna,” said Darius and I moved my eyes towards him. If he had said this before, I would throw tantrum but since I had accepted all of this, I didn’t say anything and nodded my head in agreement. He was waiting for me to say something but when I didn’t he again begin, “Let me know if you need anything.” This occasion is considered to be the most important one For Lunas but I had no excitement so I told him, “There’s nothing I need but make sure it would end soon.” He watched me for few seconds and nodded, sighing. I wanted to leave as soon as my breakfast ended because his eyes didn’t leave my neck for a minute and kept staring at those hickeys he left behind last night.

"We are planning to have a small ceremony to announce you as my Luna," Darius's voice resonated through the room, his eyes locking onto mine. His words carried an air of significance that held my attention captive. Had this declaration been uttered in a different time, I might have let my emotions spiral into a whirlwind of protest, expressing my dissent with fervor. However, the sands of change had swept through my perspective, and the acceptance I had reached within myself painted my response in a new light.The notion of being unveiled as his Luna, a title that held within it a tapestry of responsibilities and privileges, was not one to be taken lightly. A flicker of contemplation danced across my eyes as I weighed the magnitude of his words. This, the culmination of our journey, the pinnacle of a connection that had undergone trials and revelations, was soon to be proclaimed in the presence of those who mattered most.As I stood there, a palpable tension hung in the air, his expec

On that delightful day, a decision was made to venture out into the world, embracing the essence of togetherness. The anticipation surged within me as I meticulously prepared for the occasion, weaving together elements of beauty and allure. My wardrobe was a treasure trove of elegance, each piece carefully chosen to enhance my natural radiance. Adorning myself with the most exquisite garments I could lay my hands on, I aimed to paint an exquisite picture that would captivate all who laid eyes upon it.A vision had taken root in my mind, a vision of enchanting grace and timeless charm. Knowing his penchant for the ethereal charm of long gowns, I selected a gown of palest pink, a hue that seemed to mirror the delicate blush of dawn. The gown flowed gracefully, its hem brushing against my ankles like a whisper of silk against skin. To accompany this ethereal creation, I opted for dainty white heels, their subtle elegance adding a touch of sophistication to my ensemble.As I stood before